He rested his hand on my head and stroked my hair, his touch was gentle as me massaged the base of my skull and examined the sheered silver locks, he pressed the shortened ends against his nose and sniffed them. His eyes narrowed as a familiar scent hit him, he dropped the strand as he pressed my head against his chest as he glanced off into the distance as the scent, he picked up continued to grow stronger. My attacker was drawing near with a hint of blood coating her body, I stiffened into Azrael’s arms as I sensed her presence approaching the cluster of trees as if she were hunting her prey.
She’s here, I thought, terrified.
“I thought I smelled something foul,” her voice cut out as she parted the leaves so she could cut through the trees.
We should have gone inside, I thought as my
